I crouched down a little, so I was closer to her level, Leo shifting against me.

“You can accept someone’s apology,” I told her, “and still remember that what they did was wrong.

Those two things live together just fine.

Accepting the apology doesn’t erase the thing.”

She turned that over, the carousel beginning to hum and lurch into motion behind her.

“So forgiving someone,” she said slowly, working it out, “isn’t the same as pretending it didn’t happen?”